aka PAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN. Also exam in Swedish and two essays of criminology. And basically I’m just…
Also I’d like to thank whoever invented huge eyeglasses. I took a new photograph for my passport and who the hell actually recognizes me from that. I’ll never take my glasses off, I don’t want to look like that.
Pst Sesku I needed to renew the passport so that whenyou come here I can show you da hoodz. The last time I tried to check this one new bar they didn’t let me in because “your passport’s got old.” AS IF I HAD GOTTEN ANY YOUNGER.
What do I do now send help. No more putting the kettle on, dear.
Our school nurse is so rude. So I was rude right back at her.
Now I feel bad. I’M SORRY, NURSEY.
There are some books I’d like to discuss about, and I might as well say something about them in here! First of all I’d like to say that even though I might every now and then write some of my opinions and thoughts and feelings about books in here, there’s no way I’m a reviewer. I can’t do that, critic reading isn’t my thing. I just read and then I enjoy it or then I won’t, let’s keep it simple and fun.
The books are witten by Katherine Pancol and since I read them in Finnish, I’ll write this post in Finnish as well. But those who are interested in reading them in English or French, check these out:
Les Yeux jaunes des crocodiles (The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles)
La Valse lente des tortues (The Turtles' Slow Waltz)
These are the first two books of the series, and as far as I know it will be a trilogy. Or it actually is. I just yesterday ordered the third book, Les Écureuils de Central Park sont tristes le lundi (The Squirrels of Central Park are Sad on Mondays). Somehow it was pretty difficult for me to start reading the first book of the saga, but when I started, I couldn’t stop. It’s not the kind of book I thought I would have liked, but here we are. Thanks, mom.
I was walking through an underpass and these two girls walked past me. I heard the other one saying something like “Well, she was kinda pretty!” “Yeah!” “BUT——-” By then they weren’t in the underpass anymore so I couldn’t hear how the phrase continued. Anyway.